And look how composedly it sits on the page.
Pascale Petit (b.1953) grew up in France and Wales. She trained as a sculptor at the Royal College of Art and was a visual artist for the first part of her life. She lives in London, where she tutors poetry in the galleries of Tate Modern and at the Poetry School, which she co-founded.
*If you closely at the top right of the page, you'll see the word FICTION - and on the previous page is a short story by William Boyd. But I'm not sure that poetry is "fiction" (nor is it "fact") - yes, like fiction (and all art) it's a work of the imagination, but why not just call it "poetry" - is that a scary word?
Tiger Girl (Surprised!)
When lightning flickers over my cot
and the air tingles
with the electric charge
of the great cat's fur -
I cross into the night
where my jungle tent is pitched.
wondering what is this angel
crouched above me,
her coat of icicles,
her eyes like meteors
shooting into my face.
My hand is a brave monkey
reaching up to touch her fangs -
while all the hairs of my body
rise like wind in a storm
as she brands me with her stripes.
Pascale Petit (b.1953) grew up in France and Wales. She trained as a sculptor at the Royal College of Art and was a visual artist for the first part of her life. She lives in London, where she tutors poetry in the galleries of Tate Modern and at the Poetry School, which she co-founded.
*If you closely at the top right of the page, you'll see the word FICTION - and on the previous page is a short story by William Boyd. But I'm not sure that poetry is "fiction" (nor is it "fact") - yes, like fiction (and all art) it's a work of the imagination, but why not just call it "poetry" - is that a scary word?
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